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The second someone knocked on her bedroom door, Ginger grabbed for the shoe she’d just put in her suitcase. When it opened, she hurled the weapon at whoever was intruding and was mortified to see the doctor duck to avoid it.
“Oh my God, Doctor Guinness, I’m sorry!” Leaping up, she rushed over to guide him into the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“I can see emotions are running high here too,” Guinness said, clearing his throat and taking a moment to compose himself. “I came back from my walk to find Shane and Murphy arguing with Calvin and Boyd… There seems to be a bit of confusion?”
“No confusion,” she said, but he looked past her.
“Yet, you’re packing your things.”
“Yes,” she said. “Thank you very much for your help. The retreat has been… helpful.”
Maybe not in the way she’d
